Sunday, May 22, 2011

...So, what's on a list keeping Saucers at bay? Much I'd surmise, but a few must be said. ...Betrayals allowing for benefit, say,of elites who live well on the backs that they break..I've said it before, and I'll say it again, that it's good to be *rich*, but you've got to contend withthe minimal mote who is heating your water ... your builder, enrich-er, your *mover* — your *starter*!.Treat 'her' like dirt or pay 'him' slave's wages, and the trouble is written to infamous pages! Enmity's earned for this class-war betrayal — predictably crass and a common portrayal..It's, such as which, this keeping *saucers* away! ...And for this we should kneel or grovel and pray? The saucers aren't landing for obvious reasons! See, we're not friendly — forgiving; we're vicious — egregious!.Let's posit one reason why saucers won't land? Why, it's WIRE festooned by that "throttling hand"!.See, transmission of power above ground is immoral, given it's hanging, like nets, in the sky. Drooping from towers, offending the senses, it wastes precious dollars, and destroys valued lives. These lives are too precious (and too many by far), for enduring inequity — they're heir to the STARS!....And heir to the these stars, it's a birthright to go there. Like learning to fly is the right of a dove! We are potential beyond our perception. We're not alone and the other's above! Composed of a "star stuff," we've the strength of its will! We'd challenge Unknowns — and we'd thrive on that thrill!....But our lives are entangled in draperies of wire, which, producing a field—connived and conspired—distorts able thinking we'd feel apart from the rays so imparted... our funeral pyre! These fields produced are effecting our senses in manners all planned and contrived? Electric control of our minds these extol! Their wire conflicts with a qualitylife!.It's the rule of the *wealthy*—their evil plutocracy. These mock a "fair play," and they bugger Democracy. Too, still are these "nets" installed above ground where they kill and distort — it offends! It's unsound!.What manner of being betrays, so, its innocence? Who tightens their grip on the weakest of throats? Who sets into motion betrayal for Tesla? Who preys on the short-changed, and milks them like goats?.Who dumps on their own for a profit's percentage, and what would these do to a STRANGER FROM SPACE? What saucer then lands? They'd avoid us completely, appalled with our ethics and offended by our race!....See, wire's but one thing that keeps us alone, a symptom of process which can't be condoned! Yes, as we've done to ourselves we'd, sure, do to another. For this we are lost, yes, ignored — "undiscovered "!

Incarcerated Psychopaths!? What!? Who? Us? The crown of creation?!? Those the Angels serve? The favorite of God?! Push a sock in that!

If we *crown* creation, at all, it's a crown of poison, self-absorbed, fallacious, and wholly obnoxious thorns. We earn our enforced solitude! We beg for our quarantine! We solicit our isolation! We're why we're "the alone in [life's] flight to the alone."

Regarding Tesla: as soon as his backers—ignoring humanity's aggregate enrichment—discovered the personal autonomy potential of Tesla's eclectically electric ideas (ie: conceiving of power for *nothing* for everyone) they shut him down, dried up the money, and labeled him an errant crackpot. He died a pauper in a seedy New York flop after decades of being led down the primrose corporate path! At the MOMENT of his death a covetous government swept in to presume dominion of his works and genius even as it is not disseminated to the likes of us! That corpocracy is the pox upon us, even as it is "of" and "from" and "departing from" us! We can be assessed as cosmic disease; the prosecution would rest.

Does the reader think it was Edison who was the electrical Prometheus of aggregate humanity? No. Return to the clue queue. Edison was just another low-voltage and reptilian sociopath overcome by ego, without all humility, and hobbled by his own hubris like the rest of his foul corporate ilk. By comparison, Tesla was a SAINT! See: it's Tesla's liver "eaten by a huge bird of prey." That's the wage paid for trying to bring real fire to humankind.

Consider... YOU reader, have remotely affordable electrical power energizing your DREAMS today... only because of the Alternating Current insight provided by Nicola Tesla. This was an insight Edison "fought tooth and claw" against even as he admitted the clear superiority of Tesla's idea at the end of his too well-rewarded and ultimately non-Promethean life. It was a great idea; broadcasting power... it just didn't fill a short term corporate pocket full of boundlessly soulless cash! What reptiles without the remotest imagination, humility, humanity, or grasp we can be too often...

Nicola Tesla, unfettered, would have banished the wires long ago! Additionally, we would now be sailing between the stars on the power broadcasted so furiously from them I'm betting! How much money is made in THAT economy, eh? If you don't get in at the lowest floor the elevator won't take you up, will it.

...But, restricted by a handful of ready psychopaths ostensibly acting in our best interests, we are symbolically tethered to the ground by wire even into the 21st Century, and that unwelcome leash ever becomes only more and more confining. That wire, reader, binds us in more than one way. We're fettered from the stars to which we're heir.

Sunday, May 08, 2011

My consciousness is but a mote inhabiting machines which are used for transportation from a mind enhanced to dream, and Transmitted or Projected in a light speed plasma dance; it is tracing out this poem you could read when you've the chance.
.It's not unfair advantage that it wishes to pursue, and it's not prevarication that it switches out for truth. It is just a varnished wailing of a monumental "blues" we're contrived to keep detailing as we're served obnoxious news.
.See, the sky is filled by *lights* I've seen with sober open eyes. I'm told by *God* to "look away" from what I should despise. The 'world' and my 'body' are the stuff of Satan's lies? ...But this keeps our children starving, and it muffles ... drowns their cries!!!
.People I respect report that "there are lights above." Not meaning God or angel, but an ET sure enough! These send a cryptic message we're not getting—we don't try. If we got the cryptic message? Scurvy memes begin to die! So, they keep us in the dark, misinformed, so baldly paying... facilitating psychopaths who'll thrive as we're betrayed, then!
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...Ones science is a 'club' with monstrous dues which will be paid: to condone bereft fidelity, as good points are made to fade. Science, treated like the "be-all-end"—and that's what they've depicted—when the scope of it's too narrow, shallow, numbing, and conflicted.
....And, yes I know it's fueled and fired our exponential rise! ...And, yes, I know its *wonder* is so hard to criticize! ...And, yes I know it's science that we shan't give up for Lent — but it's lacking all humility so must suffer our contempt!
.Unfettered by corpocracy we'd live in crisp new skies! We'd soar to distant stars in spacious ships that we'd contrive. Our globe's a rendered garden, and we'd thrive upon our moon! We'd travel with new elegance in vast ships like huge balloons.
.We'd taste the satisfactions won, undreamed of, friend, just now! Our stress would lose intensity; we'd be happy motes; here's how! Our hate which was so pointless, destructive, gross, and vile? In its place respecting reach and grasp bereft of errant guile!
.Much status quo is "Satan Spawn," frankly good for just the few; take a chance at least to try... what's offered up as new!
.Our vistas are expanding now with all deliberate speed, and the truth gets hard to hide regards it's got so hard to breathe! There are asteroids like buzzing bees around insentient heads. Well known is they could hit us, friend, to strike us all quite dead!
.Some many, many persons, many famous and profound, are abducted by the saucers that do land upon the ground. Lights leap and flash fandangos in our day and nighttime skies, yet we're denied a reckoning, and I'd, of needs, know WHY!
.Isay that we should ask them: though the truth itself, portends. I'd divest from any falsehood which portends a flawing trend. I'd abdicate all errancy before I paid its loss, though fortune flew on righteous wings and I'm condemned at cost.
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...Though, reward, I have been thinking, is the THINKING, then, itself. It's the pay for all your labor, for enrichment of yourself. ...To take a deep and cleansing breath believing you live free! ...To lift the visage of your face! ...To leap from off your knees! ...To leave behind all worry of the substance *stuff* is given—too many suffer now for that. This shall not be forgiven!
.There is small need for psychopaths contrived to baldly steal; and every reason for respect for folks who would be real! It's why we pay our taxes ... not to fund the corporate pork; not to pay for ones religion ... not to stress us while we work! The truth's a glad remainder of respect, of needs, quite real. It provides for chance or ways to any righteous deal!
.My consciousness is just a mote suspecting life's a dream. To many, it's a nightmare; it is futile, harsh, and mean. Though, think of our embarrassment where it's shown we've misbehaved—and our watchers, truly watching, think us evil and depraved.
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What would WE think? ...Better hope they're more forgiving than us...eh?

We'd do MUCH better to conduct our business as if we WERE being watched by a wide array of extraterrestrial intelligences, you know? Thieves don't break into cars if they think they are being watched. The cookie jar remains unmolested if observed by hidden eyes. You don't belch, fart, or masturbate in the dark closet if you think there may be someone (the *other*) in there with you ... saves a lot of embarrassment later on. It also limits a culpable liability. Verily!

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UFOs are, by definition, change, and point to realities of much more breadth and scope — potential and expansiveness. At the same time it gets no easier to maintain a façade of normalcy for the cowardly denial of a niggardly few. Accordingly, it becomes increasingly more difficult to tolerate these garden-variety "noisome negativists," hubristic piss-wits who laugh up damp sleeves at that which they have no capacity to understand, no aptitude to accept, no ability to incorporate, and no skill to recognize! Consequently, I seek my own questions though the answers offend me, shock me, or shame me. In the first place it's not always offense, shock, and shame. In the second, there is, many times, joy beyond the shame, satisfaction beyond the shock, and fellowship, good readers, beyond the offense. Read on.